Alessia wrote:Alessia remained present as long as they would allow her to. Food, wine, during a journey on the road these were things that many travelers dreamed of an abundance of waiting for them at the end. For Alessia it wasn't why she came here but it was certainly a reason to remain.
With some wine in hand she sought some company, but wasn't quite sure who.
Alessia wrote:Alessia took in the sight of the woman approaching and though she looked like no one she ever met at first there was a certain familiarity about her that inspired a second glance. Only by the time that Cassana spoke her name did Alessia's eyes flicker with the possibility of recognition, "Is it you?" she asked, her smile giving her voice a lighter, happier tone.
With her expression turning a bit more serious, with a brow raised she asked, "Every day for a week, the baker would leave out the front of the shop," she paused, waiting for Cassana to finish.
Alessia did not yet notice the young girl with her attention focused elsewhere for the moment.
Alessia wrote:Alessia's smile broadened at the proper return, placing a hand on Cassana's free arm if available.
"Of all places, we meet again far from any port and conceivable places, but that was how we met the first time as well so I do not see why this should have been any different."
Kaliya Redding wrote:Ulrich had been ahead of her in the procession of social niceties that advanced past their host and the Targaryens. He had blushed so prettily as he stumbled over his words, and now she pointedly moved into his line of sight, favouring him with an alluring smile.
Cassana Algood wrote:Cassana looked to the hand on her arm and then back to Alessia. "You must be here for the tournament. But which House are you a member of now? Certainly you are not serving my brother without me knowing."
Alessia wrote:Pulling her hand back casually she glanced off to the side for a moment, a bit wrapped up in things still to notice the poor Gwen Snow beside her.
"I do not serve a house, and I have little intention to throw myself at one of them just for a shed of comfort," she said, that light smile still intact.
Kaliya Redding wrote:She curtsied, "Lady Kaliya Rredding. Do not trrouble yourrself over such things. The worrds may be prretty, but they arree empty as a milkmaiden's skull." She appraised the man before her, moving in a little closer than was polite and, considering the crowded hall, that was already rather close.
She judged Ulrich's age to belong to the somewhat nebulous category 'north of her own age', which covered everyone in their twenties and beyond. Not Winterfell-north, or even the Neck, but if Maester Oswell was Beyond the Wall (he wasn't, but the years hadn't been kind), Ulrich would be somewhere around the Twins.
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